Be Careful What You Think...and Do!

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I'll never forget the first time I flipped someone the bird. I was thirteen and I aimed that middle finger right at my school bus. I thought I was being cool. A week later I was involved in a trampoline accident and broke the knuckles of one of my fingers. I'll give you five guesses as to which finger it was. In sixth grade I had an awesome teacher. She was mean and strict and when we asked her how old she was, she'd always say "150" or "210". I loved her. However, I quickly noticed she had a mole on one of her earlobes. I distinctly remember thinking, I am so glad I don't have a mole like that. A few months later...I had a mole on my earlobe. A big, honkin', huge mole. Recently I went to the coast with my sisters. We all used sunscreen and I felt smug. For once, I wasn't going to be burned. Several hours later my sisters mentioned that they had missed a few spots and had gotten a sunburn. I tried not to gloat in my realization that I had escaped their fate. And then I went home and looked in the mirror. Whoops. My husband likes to say, "Correlation does not imply causation." His brain is more highly "evolved"** than mine so it took me awhile to figure out what he meant. And then I had to disagree with him. If I hadn't flipped off the school bus, I'm sure I wouldn't have broken that finger. If I hadn't fretted about my teacher's mole, I bet I would have never grown my own. And if I hadn't felt so smug about my skin-safety, I probably wouldn't have gotten burned. What else could explain all these tragedies in my life? **Disclaimer: I don't really believe my husband's brain evolved. I believe it was created by a Great Designer. Using the word "evolved" just seemed to fit my flow. So there.